翻訳: ライブ. リルGの.
翻訳: ライブ. 伝説ライブ.
翻訳: ライブ. ヘッドフォン.
I spent twenty years tryin' to get out of this place I was lookin' for somethin' I couldn't replace I was runnin' away from the only thing I've ever known
Yo man! I don't like how this is goin' down Shit's real fucked up You know the house down the street Where the kids are And every day They seem to have
We a di gal dem dada, di dada, di dada, dada We a di gal dem dada, di dada, di dada, dada We a di gal dem dada, di dada, di dada, dada We a di gal dem
Aye, it's yo folks Soulja Boy You know what I'm saying? This song right here is for all them girls who thirsty You know what I'm saying? Be all upon you
From the stillness came an ovation It rattled the foundations of the house that I live in No I can't live there anymore A child sleeps then he awakens
The image of the poet's in the breeze Canadian geese are flying above the trees A mist is hanging gently on the lake My house is very beautiful at night
There's a full moon over this ancient town A clock faced the color of the sky And every street that we walk down Belongs to the house where my father
You're the sky that I fell through And I remember the view Whenever I'm holding you The sun hung from a string Looking down on the world As it warms
This house is a circus, berserk as fuck We tend to see that as a perk though Look what it's done to your friends, their memories are pretend And the last
I'm dreaming tonight of a place I love Even more than I usually do And although I know It's a long road back, I promise you I'll be home for Christmas
I've seen so many smiling faces today But just what lies behind them I can't see I've lived my life in many places, you see Now I don't know just where
My house is no mansion And it still holds my treasures things that will never be sold There's a few things in this world That just can't be measured by
Well that judge he found me guilty of wrong doing he sentenced me to hang in mid-july He look down at me and said you are a ruin If I were you I'd break
If you wanna stay Always here All these years The last frontier It's no concern of theirs The world outside Corrupts my child So trust these eyes
Modem load and fail-safe Electric teenage dust Hit the solvent keypad Start the neural rust Power on the highway Data in my head Surfing on the network
